Hosting? Yeah, We Nailed It.

In the last few months, we’ve had a whopping 2 visits from friends and family.  This is a 100% increase from our 2-year Tanzania visitor rate, so yeah, we’ve learned a thing or two about hosting.  Mostly, that we’re awesome at it.  You might be wondering what it takes to be a good host.  Well, I’m glad you asked.

This is Tiffany.  She’s pretty much a star (well, she rubs elbows with stars on the set of Homeland, which is close enough).  She’s adventurous, but that’s probably self-evident since she traveled to North Africa on her own and elected to stay at our house for 2 weeks.

Sweet, innocent Tiffany…she has no idea what she’s getting into.

Tiffany showered us and our kids with gifts and in in turn, we played tour guide and carted her around Morocco.  Had she not brought the gifts, I might have just let her loose in the Rabat medina and called it a week, but I figured we’d at least take a girls’ trip to Fes.

What’s that you say?  You thought it would be girls only?  That’s ok Tiff, he won’t be any trouble.  He’ll just stay right here on my chest.

Hey Tiffany, do you think there is a changing station in this madrasa?  We’ve got a major blowout.  I think we need to buy a new onesie.

Excuse me sir, do you mind if I nurse back here in your partially-enclosed scarf storage area?

No, Tiffany (and other horrified friends back home), this is not safe according to American standards, but I physically cannot make it back to the riad on foot.

How about a fresh chicken tajine for dinner?

Later, we drove Casablanca to see the national mosque, Hassan II, which is the only one open to non-muslims.  It was certainly impressive.  I accidentally got us stuck in the Spanish-language tour group though.  No biggie, we’ll just do what everyone else does.

What do you think the guide means when he says, “Quitese los zapatos, por favor?”

Sorry you didn’t learn anything about the mosque, but here, let me take this picture of you looking like an ant in front of this giant door.

And while we’re at it, let’s get scammed by this henna artist.  At the very least, we can get you a hot date…because I’m pretty sure this young man wants to be more than just facebook friends.

We did, in fact, get scammed by the henna artist into paying double the agreed-upon price, but we learned our lesson.  While Tiffany was here, we also went to the hammam and got scrubbed down with black soap by a strong Moroccan woman.  And we bought lots of pottery that made it home in 1 million pieces.  Oh yeah, and a leather bag from Fes that almost made it to Paris before the handle broke.  So maybe the trip wasn’t 100% successful.  Maybe we weren’t the best hosts.  But we sure loved having Tiffany around, that’s for sure.

Next week, stay tuned for more on our less-than-awesome hosting skills as we recount Matt’s parents first visit.

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